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I came to the state of California nearly 10 years ago to pursue a dream in the entertainment industry. Back then, and even as a child, I never would have gone to the extremes that Los Angeleans are doing right now.

People are quickly disputing that Michael Jackson dying could be a hoax. Please remind me of the man’s contibutions to society beyond music? What about this man is worth glorifying to the extent that you are? How many lives did he touch in ways beyond entertainment?

There will be more entertainers. I’ve accepted a long time ago that there will likely not be as many great ones as there have been. The golden age of cinema. The heyday for music.

Was Michael Jackson iconic?

Sure.

But he was also not a good person.

He was a living spectacle.

And now you are making his death a spectacle.

Do you realize how much you are making it difficult for any other person who is in that hospital? For anyone having an emergency that’s headed toward that hospital?

I’m ashamed right now.

I’m ashamed that anytime anything major happens in entertainment- basketball, celebrity deaths, etc, that this city becomes an uproar. I’m ashamed that there are riots over victories.

This is democracy. For that much I am glad that we have…. but let’s use that energy towards causes that are worthwhile. Like prop 8, our budget deficit and Iran.

Perhaps I’m a bit touchy about this because of my grandmother (who goes into surgery for an angioplasty tomorrow morning) and am just really not someone to be around. Perhaps I’m a bit upset about missing friends down south because I’m worried I may have to drive home for a funeral. Perhaps I’m upset because of the common tarry with the grip.

It’s been awhile since I’ve graced the grid. The beast is huge, ridiculous to park, and a gas guzzler. It makes for yet another annoyance whenever I want to go anywhere in LA. I am grateful for it, but it comes with consequences.

I’ve been doing some major cutting back on social networking events to hone in on responsibilities and ongoing tasks. Fret not, there’s much in the pipeline… I have confidence that I’ll be fine. I appreciate your patience in the interim. Until then, anything that I go to will be extremely limited so that I can conserve financially and get back to the point where I can do even more than I did before.

With the newfound “joy” of being on the job market again there really needs to be.. well a sheet that I have in the works for you. Stay tuned for that in a later edition.

I took 2 time outs for myself yesterday. I met up with a gentleman for some food and conversation. I must say that I had a good time. It was nice to get out and laugh a bit without any pressure.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been out with the girls though. Last night I was invited out to 2 things: a “passion” party a friend was having and have drinks with 2 lovely ladies that I haven’t seen in what seems like forever. In order to avoid a cliche irony of “the day I get divorced I go to a Mary Kay sex toy party” I decided on the latter. Sorry to the friend who got roped into hosting that party. No pun intended. (Ps, please send me the catalog and let me know what I missed)

I was eager to get there and catch up. It was only in Century City- a whopping 4 miles from me. But I get lost in a paper bag. It’s another reason why I don’t care for using the truck if I can avoid it. (Sounds like another list blog in the works)

Here’s what I learned from my first night ride out on my new scooter:

Always write down the number, level, and color of where you are parked in the Century City shopping center (wow what a maze) because if you thought finding a car was difficult, a bike is that much worse.

My full faced helmet will not fit in the trunk of my scooter. So the likelihood you will see me pull up in one to an event later is pretty small.

Hot tattooed guys notice biker girls. Especially redhead small ones with two extremely attractive women walking with them, regardless if they have a big jacket on or what.

U turns are really not that bad

Cars are annoying and they’re impatient. That said, I’m glad I’m on my bike because it lets me get away with having to be less patient and at the same time more aware of my surroundings which will make me a better driver in my car.

going through cars is pretty exhilarating.

In a worst case scenario, you really don’t need to bother paying at those gates on a bike.

I know exactly who I can call in a worst case scenario at 12am to ask for directions or questions with my bike. (Thank you Baron for helping me get home last night. Sorry I fell asleep on the phone after I got home, but you can understand why.)

The ride might be quieter, but is amazing for reflecting. Anytime I get down about anything I “pray” it isn’t raining. I know where I will be… on the road on my bike taking a time out.

Getting lost is more cost effective on a bike. Apparently I get 60 mpg and it cost me a whopping $4.04 to fill up in Beverly Hills. That’s… well wonderful.

Sometimes in life you just have to get the courage to do things. It might be scary at first, but that’s what life is really about in the end. A little bit of fear when tapped on correctly will enhance the experience and make you stronger. I’m going to learn this city just yet… and thankfully it won’t cost me a ton to do it 🙂

I was walking back from S & W with my friend Jimmy and a random stranger stopped me and interrupted my conversation. This in itself is not that douche-y. I will admit I’ve done this a few times, albeit rare.

But what she stopped me to ask me was a bit rude for someone that I’d never met in my life…

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Excuse me, I don’t even know you…”

While Jimmy thinks she may have just mistook me for someone else.. I have to say.. regardless of who or who doesn’t know about my hair dying habits, it was rude. Downright douchebaggery in fact.

Needless to say I’ll be buying some punch and fixing that.

Congrats random dog walker lady on being this weeks douchebag of the week.

I was on my way to work EARLY for once the other day in the rain when you absolutely had to cut me off. You realize that my truck could have ripped through your piece of shit little plastic beat up Honda if I just hit the gas when you attempted to cut me off right?

However, I decided to forgo being late for work with that drama, and let you go ahead anyway.

For those of you that don’t know, there are 2 lights when going onto the 405S from Venice Boulevard. They are also the worst and slowest left turn lights that I have encountered thusfar in all of Los Angeles.

Thanks to said douchebag, I was 10 minutes late for work when I was supposed to have been early. He was the last car to be able to get through the first light and the weasel somehow managed to catch enough luck to breeze through the second one.

I, however, was fortunate enough not only to catch both reds, but I didn’t get through the turn on the first green on the second light, so got to wait some more!

So congrats LA raindriver asshat guy. You are officially awarded the douchebag of the week award.

But as a sidenote, this award could have essentially been anyone. I don’t know a single person in LA that doesn’t drive like a douchebag… well, except for my roommate. That said, if you’re ever looking to get into the blog, there’s plenty of opportunities to take the title.

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And now it’s time for beers with a hot boy, who’s not a douchebag… even if he runs a certain red light everyday. He can get away with it.

A few weeks ago I was on a rooftop with someone dear to me & a woman in a cafe started singing this. So we danced. And for one moment it was wonderful, even though it was nothing but a moment.

I oftentimes find myself wondering now if I will ever find the right man who will love me unconditionally and.. well deal with the fact that I’m not perfect. I thought I found that man a few times.

Perhaps I really had found him.

Or perhaps it was a mirage.

I always seem to hold onto the ones that people seem to tell me I should let go. I don’t believe in hopeless causes. I… I’m realizing by the small things that people do, that I’m worth more than I gave myself credit for. This is not to say that I think I am better than anyone else. It is simply saying… I’ve learned that I am capable of receiving some amazing acts of devotion from all of my relationships- which are happily reciprocated in the ways that I can.

I think it’s easy to forget just how much those little things mean. It’s ironic because the very acts are simple in it of themselves.

Perhaps it’s why I love sending postcards so much.

Or smiling at everyone I see.

If it makes their day even remotely as much as it makes mine when I receive one, then I’m doing alright.

Are chivalry and romance really dead or is it just hibernating? Believe it or not, it exists here in LA.

I’ve been very fortunate. I’ve experienced a spectrum of emotions.

I’ve gone on terrible dates.

I’ve gone on absolutely AMAZING dates.

I’ve been a spoiled brat.

I’ve been happily poor and just warm enough with love.

When will that man that’s strong enough step forward and show it?

Probably when I say… I’m strong enough not to need one either way. But damn it would be amazing to have a partner in crime sometimes.

Being a single woman in the greater Los Angeles area, I must say, like most every city, there is no shortage of complete and utter douchebags. These douchebags give the male race (and the ones that date them) a bad name and thereby ruin it for everyone.

To be fair, there is a perfectly acceptable balance between douchebag and prince charming. If a man is too nice for example, his chances of sleeping with me reduce drastically.

I didn’t used to know what I wanted. I was a whiney baby. But I since pulled my head out of my ass and realized exactly what that is.

I discussed it a bit in the blog “Emotional Masochism” but for those that didn’t catch that, here’s a rough recap:

For me, I’m looking for a very specific catch.

I want a man that’s not afraid to be a man. That means- driven, passionate, goal oriented, and provider. I do not care about how much money you make. I tend to be drawn to artists just as I am successful people. I have dated high on the food chain finance wise, as well as at the bottom.

John Lennon once said “All you need is love.” And when done properly, he’s completely right.

I want someone that’s compassionate to my needs, but I also don’t want a doormat. You have needs too and sometimes I’m a disrespectful bitch about them. Make sure I remember that, but do it in a way that’s nonverbal or verbal when needed and in a way that I feel secure.

There is a fine line between emotional abuse and tough love. I think every woman needs to learn where that line is for her and pass it along to her gent. If he’s a gent, he will understand. If he’s not, then proceed to walk all over him and let him know that he’s not.

I want someone who is going to be there when needed. But I do not need a constant babysitter. Babysitters are for girls, and I am a woman. Granted, there are times when I’m also in need of a babysitter. However that’s what female friends are for, and/or a therapist. My problems aren’t your problems. A real woman takes care of all of that for herself.

Summation:

What is it that I want?

Control enough to lose control and yet still be all right.

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But this is in regards to a recent email I was sent, by username Durgie.

I belong to quite a few websites and internet dating is the same as in every metropolitan area. Quite frankly, there’s an epidemic of douchebags in the greater.. resident planet all of us hail from. However if anyone from the Moon is reading this, I’d just like to mention that I’d love to taste moon cheese at some point. I’m a conneseuir of cheeses and.. well I hear that is epic in nature.

Here are the letters exchanged between me and Mr “Durgie:”

Durgie [2.16.9, 9pm]:

boo* happy late valentines =) keep warm, and if not.. i have blankets ;D

oh you know it!!! more of a reason for a guy to buy a girl chocolates to get laid!

Ok Mr. At this point you are deemed pathetic as well as a loser and need to be told as such. Prepare to be vaporized.

Me [2.27.9, a few minutes prior to transcribing this post, but showing at 3:30pm work computer time (i hope that means its beer thirty soon then)]:

Scandalous:

Just because I have the aka of that on the net, does not mean that I’m into you. If I am, I’ll let you know.

Otherwise, comments like yours are really just in poor taste.

It’s things like that that are probably why people like you don’t get laid that often. Except in which case, that you live in LA. There are plenty of dumb broads that will think those comments are flattering.

I am not one of them however.

That said:

Have a most splendid Friday. Best of luck to you. And please refrain from messages like the one below ever again, or I will block you. Furthermore, just an FYI, that won’t work on about 85% of women, regardless of what location you happen to live in. So unless you really want to be fucking that bunny rabbit as your avatar on here shows, you might want to remember that.

Kindest regards,

Js.

So there you have it. Today’s douchebag of the week award goes to you Mr Durgie.

And now I have to go record some video for a project to be announced later this week.